Since I am told by folks Older and Wiser than I, that confession is good for the Soul. Here is the truth.[:I]
The Indianapolis Old Spagetti Factory is the only restaurant in the western world that has had the honor to ask me to leave, before serving me…and then escorted me OUT.
The year was1983, we had worked in a closed committee room all day then shared a 2 hour open bar (to let off a bit of steam we were told)before heading downtown to ‘enjoy’ a meal on the State of Indiana. Well, the ‘Happy Hour’ made me V E R Y HAPPY! I was quite insistent that I wanted a steak for my dinner. OSF did not offer beef on their menu in a manner that could be loosely described as a Steak. I protested LOUD and LONG while my associates sampled their little "Foo-Foo Appetizers" and ordered their pasta entrees. One other person, in worse condition than I, passed out , face-first into her dish of whatever the hell it was, and I protested that she was not be treated with respect by the help and had been stripped of her utensils. The management decided that I was an undesireable customer at that point and escorted me to the door. The two of us… Me hungry, and angry, and quite VOCAL, and she green around the edges, and covered with marinara sauce from forehead to "chest" took a cab back to the hotel. No one in the group (about 25people) ever mentioned a word about the whole incident after that.
I have never made an attempt to gain entry to another OSF since that time.

Thank You, I do feel better now.[8)]